Текст Barclay James Harvest – Poor Wages

And with the dawn she changes
Her voice in different ranges
The torn and tattered pages
For all I’ve done, poor wages

Destroy her cards and letters
Act like I never met her
Hardest of all, forget her
Until my heart is better
Satisfied, I never lied
Say goodbye I couldn’t try

And with the dawn she changes
Her voice in different ranges
The torn and tattered pages
For all I’ve done, poor wages
Satisfied, I never lied
Say goodbye I couldn’t try